I can believe things that are true and things that aren't true and I can believe things where nobody knows if they're true or not.

I think that is something that I always like in my work - the sense of inclusion rather than the sense of otherness.

It's not what I'd want for at my funeral. When I die, I just want them to plant me somewhere warm. And then when the pretty women walk over my grave I would grab their ankles, like in that movie.

I was kidnapped by aliens, they came down from outer space with ray guns, but I fooled them by wearing a wig and laughing in a foreign accent, and I escaped.

I took delight in hurling books across the room if I knew I would not be reading the second chapter. Then I’d go and pick them up again, because they are books, after all, and we are not savages.

It is a fool's prerogative to utter truths that no one else will speak.

And he waited. It was only for a few seconds, but it felt like a small forever.